Browsing: Moral Story

Clutched tight to my chest, the doll smiles lifelessly sending vacant stares down the darkened hall. A solitary line of pink light sneaks through a crack…

flowers are women in my family’s garden – Mom and her daughters rhythm surrounds me as I sway in contentment – September’s Aster Geranium Jen bends…

What part of a heart in another could one trust when betrayal comes like a silver bullet, words and deeds sharp piercing to burrow bleed out…

My sweet child My daughter Be on guard Be on guard of the man Who plays on your heartstrings… Not with flirtatious smile Nor with flexed…